
Some people that know me might figure that's because even though she's my mother and I love her, she drives me nuts. There are several different reasons for this, one of the biggest ones that she thinks she knows me better than she actually does (Jessie could write a dissertation on that problem, let me tell you). But in all honesty, one of the reasons I don't really talk about her much is because it's a painful subject. Gonna lay it on the line here, as it were, bare the soul, share the pain, all that crap.
These past two trips have really concerned me. Generally, she's only hospitalized when she shows a certain symptom of the infection spreading: confusion/delusion/etc. This has been going on for five years at least. I remember her thinking her phone was a remote control once about five years ago. I thought it was funny then. Less so now. Last month she went in with a UTI once again, but for the first time...she didn't remember her delusional periods. Usually she can recall them in hindsight, even if they're hazy. Not this time. In fact, she's got herself convinced she was in a short coma because she doesn't recall a span of about 3 or 4 days. Not to mention that when she did come out of it, she had this weird paranoia thing going on. I thought she had a stroke or something. She was convinced that "death was in the hospital" and in a move completely uncharacteristic of her to anybody that knows her, told me she wanted me to leave. You have to understand, this woman begs me to visit her more (I hate hospitals, and her nursing home is basically a glorified hospital...the smells get to me), and the first thing she says after saying hi is "I want you to leave." Yeah, something wrong there. I eventually got her to see how crazy she was sounding that day, but scary nonetheless.
I'd really like it if she saw her grandchild.

This is why I don't talk about my mother. Not because she drives me crazy. But because I love her, and have watched her slowly deteriorate my entire life. So, if she comes up again, I doubt it'll be anything heavy, unless it's the one inevitability of life. I simply do not like talking about it, or thinking about it. This post was hard enough as it was.
*hugs* Love you.
ReplyDeleteMan, its one of those things where there is really nothing that I can say but sorry. But, maybe its better to have then not have at all?
ReplyDeleteYes hon, it was. Probably rips the flesh from your bone to write this, but I'm glad you have. I also grew up with a mum with problems, doesn't mean you love them any the less, it just makes it a little harder, is all. (hugs)
ReplyDeleteI think it's an amazing post, especially coming from a very private person like you.
ReplyDeleteI saw my beloved mother lose everything through Alzheimer's, so I kinda know how you feel.
Haven't been in touch much because of my new job, but do keep us updated on the great news.
Love from the Aussie godfather of your Mum's first grandchild.
A brave and beautiful post. I'm so sorry you have to watch your mother decline. I know how difficult that is as we are currently in the middle of my father's battle with Alzheimer's.
ReplyDeleteThank you for this post.
Over from David's.
A tough one - to experience this agony, and tougher still to write about it.
ReplyDeleteGod bless you.
You're a good son, Bart. A very good son
ReplyDeletehugs to you
Sandi
Bart - over from David's.
ReplyDeleteExcellently written. The pain is all too clear. Very brave. Very courageous. You are an excellent, caring, loving son and human being.
Bless you.
Life can be so cruel sometimes. As cruel as it can be beautiful. There isn't really anything I can say, I know... So just thank you for taking the courage to share such a personal side of yourself with us.
ReplyDeleteThank you all for the kind words. Like David pointed out, I'm a private person, so that was pretty hard.
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